EXTRACT FROM A MODEL MURDER:
“Did I not make it perfectly clear to
you before that there are certain matters in this firm which are no concern of
yours?” He pointed his finger at me as he walked towards me, causing me to walk
backwards so that I was now standing against the wall. He put his arms on the
wall either side of me, so effectively I was pinned against it with him
standing over me.
“Yes,” I responded,
looking up at him.
“Then what the fuck
are you doing asking Teresa’s secretary questions which are of no relevance to
your work here?” he screamed. He was so close to me that I could smell his
tobacco breath and I turned my head to the side to avoid it.
“There must be some
misunderstanding,” I replied. “I’m only carrying out the work Andy left me.”
“You couldn’t leave
it alone, could you, Alicia?” He was menacing. “You know what they say about
people who mess with fire?” he added, taking his arms away from the wall. He
reached into his right suit pocket, took out a lighter and repeatedly flicked it
open and shut within millimetres of my face. “They get burned.”
I closed my eyes for
a second, then opened them and swallowed hard. My heart was pounding, I felt
hot and sick and I could not speak. He paused. “And we couldn’t have that
happening to you, could we?”
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Thank you, Marlan Warren, for featuring this passage from my mystery novel on your Facebook Book Publicity by Marlan page today (as the "Book del Giorno").